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Scena tertia.
Enter Governour, Verdugo, Citizens.Gov.
Use all your sports,
All your solemnities; tis the Kings day to morrow.
His birth-day, birth day, and his marriage, a glad day,
A day we ought to honour, all.
1 Cit.
We will sir,
And make Segonia ring with our rejoycings.
Gov.
Be sumptuous, but not riotous; be bounteous,
But not in drunken Bacchanals: free to all strangers,
Easie, and sweet in all your entertainments,
For tis a Royall day admits no rudenesse.
2 Cit.
Your Lordship will do us the honour to be here your selfe,
And grace the day?
Gov.
Tis a maine part of my service.
3 Cit.
I hope your honour has taken into your consideration
The miseries we have suffered by these Out-laws,
The losses, howrly feares; the rude abuses
Strangers that travell to us are daily loaden with
Our daughters, and our wives complaints.
Gov.
I am sorry for't,
And have Commission from the King to ease it:
You shall not be long vext.
1 Cit.
Had we not wals, sir,
And those continually man'd too with our watches,
We should not have a bit of meat to feed us.
And yet they are our friends, and we must think so,
And entertaine 'em so sometimes, and feast 'em,
And send 'em loden home too, we are lost else.
2 Cit.
They'l come to Church amongst us, as we hope Christians,
When all their zeale is but to steale the Chalices;
At this good time now, if your Lordship were not here,
To awe their violence with your authority,
They would play such gambals.
Gov.
Are they grown so heady?
2 Cit.
They would drink up all our Wine, pisse out our Bonfires;
Then, like the drunken Centaures, have at the fairest,
Nay, have at all: fourscore and ten's a Goddesse,
Whilst we, like fooles, stand shaking in our cellars.
Gov.
Are they so fierce upon so little sufferance?
Ile give 'em such a purge, and suddenly.
Verdugo, after this solemnity is over
Call on me for a charge of men, of good men,
To see what house these knaves keep: of good souldiers,
As sturdy as themselves: that dare dispute with 'em,
Dare walk the woods as well as they, as fearlesse,
But with a better faith belabour 'em;
Ile know what claim they have to their possession.
Tis pity of their Captaine Roderigo,
A wel-bred Gentleman, and a good souldier,
And one, his Majesty has some little reason
To thank, for sundry services, and faire ones;
That long neglect bred this, I am sorry for him.
Ver.
The hope of his estate keeps backe his pardon,
There's divers waspes, that buz about that honey-box,
And long to lick themselves full.
Gov.
True Verdugo,
Would he had but the patience to discerne it,
And policy to wipe their lips.
Verd.
To fetch him in sir,
By violence, he being now no in infant,
Will aske some bloody crowns. I know his people.
Are of his owne choice men, that will not totter,
Nor blench much at a Bullet; I know his order,
And though he have no multitude, h'as manhood;
The elder-twin to that too, staid experience.
But if he must be forced, sir,—
Gov.
There's no remedy,
Unlesse he come himselfe.
Ver.
That will be doubtfull.
Did you never hear yet of the Noble Pedro?
Gov.
I cannot by no means; I think he's dead sure;
The Court bewailes much his untimely losse:
The King himselfe laments him.
Uerd.
He was sunke;
And if he be dead, he died happily,
He buried all he had in the Kings service,
And lost himselfe.
Gov.
Well: if he be alive, Captaine,
(As hope still speaks the best) I know the Kings mind
So inwardly and full, he will be happy.
Come, to this preparation; when that's done,
The Outlaws expedition is begun.
Cit.
We'l contribute all to that, and help our selves too.
Exeunt.
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